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bloodsoaked-gown · 6 months
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one day I will have a home, It will have everything I found cute and a lot of plants and a loving partner, probably planning to marry them, and we will be cringing-ly in love with each other, planning a future worth looking upto, but until then I need to stay focused and have a career and be alive in better ways. For everything to be alright, I will continue.
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roimp · 1 year
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HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW BASIC MATH (ME)
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tchaikovsgay · 9 months
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this might be a controversial opinion but i think we unnecessarily platform terfs way too much. people cant even make a fun harmless trans post without people jumping on to be like "yeah, fuck terfs!" and its like. severely not about that at all
tumblr terfs love attention. they feed off of it, ESPECIALLY negative attention which is what some of yall are constantly giving them. if you dont want them interacting with your blog or w/e, thats fine, of course you dont! but everyone quietly blocking them while focusing on trans positivity would be way more beneficial than making the focus entirely about giving them the attention that theyre frothing at the mouth for
and frankly the focus on terfs takes away from conversations about casual transphobia that exists outside of just radical feminism. not everyone hides their transphobia under the guise of being a super feminist, and saying "fuck terfs" makes people feel like theyre above ever perpetuating transphobia, which is DEFINITELY not true
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cherryluvss · 2 months
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I love to be groped. You have access to my entire body at all times. Please touch me up, squeeze me, let your hands roam my body whenever you feel like it. I won't say no, if anything I'll beg.
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redinkletters · 23 days
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today i couldn’t stop thinking about how much i love possessive subs. i want to feel a pretty girl holding my arm tighter whenever we’re walking and someone stares at me longer than they should. i want to feel her lips being rougher on my neck while we’re hanging out, that cute furrow on her eyebrows after i “spent too much time talking with someone else”. or when i’m thrusting my strap deep inside her pussy, i want her to beg so desperately for me to say that she’s my girl, that i’ll keep filling her up until she’s marked up with my cum. i just want to see how hard she cums when i moan that she’ll never leave my side.
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patheticgirlsteve · 1 year
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This is easily the most inconvenient moment possible for Eddie to have a hard-on and yet, here he is, standing in the remains of what used to be the Hawkins Public Library with his dick hard as a rock in his pants.
Eddie had heard tell of a nailbat, rumors of Steve Harrington’s weapon of choice in dealing with matters related to the Upside Down, but it had seemed mythical to him. The way the boys talked about Steve wielding it made him sound like a hero from some ancient mythology.
“You should have seen him, Eddie,” Dustin would grip Eddie’s arm with a grasp that hurt as he regaled Eddie with the tale of Steve in the Junkyard Fighting the Demodogs once more. “He was such a badass, like, so insanely cool!”
Eddie is deeply glad that he was not present at that battle, but there is a part of him that wishes he could have seen it. That he could have seen Steve wield the suburban equivalent of a mace while trying to defend his brood of strange children.
Not that Eddie would ever admit that, of course. He and Steve are tentative friends, and Eddie is not going to risk what progress he and Steve have made in maintaining a civil relationship just because he thinks the guy is hot. Of course he thinks Steve is hot, so does every other breathing human in Hawkins, Indiana.
So, yeah, Eddie is keeping that piece of information to himself. Taking it to his grave. Besides, they’re in the middle of an apocalypse and now is hardly the time for getting horny over Steve Harrington proving competence with a blunt instrument.
But apparently Eddie’s dick never got that memo. Because he’s standing here watching Steve knock those goddamn fucking demobats out of the spore infested Hawkins sky with his infamous bat, dripping with blood and snarling at the monsters. He swings with a terrifying rage in his eyes, laser focused on removing each and every single bat from the sky with a sort of feral grace that shouldn’t be possible.
Eddie watches, pants uncomfortably tight, as Steve makes one final swing at the last bat standing (flying?) with a flourish of his wrist, giving the nailbat a little twirl before using it to strike the last creature down.
Steve Harrington is absolutely unreal.
He turns around to face Eddie and Eddie is reminded that, oh yeah, they’re in the middle of a massive battle right now and he had maybe let himself get a little distracted and wow, the blood dripping through Steve’s chest hair as he tosses the nailbat onto his shoulder with practiceed ease is really doing it for Eddie, which would be fine (well, not fine, but at least somewhat manageable) if it were literally any other moment in time.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks Eddie, voice hoarse and raspy in a way that really shouldn’t be sexy because it’s probably caused by Steve breathing spores and demobat guts or something else equally horrifying, but it is hot and there is something deeply wrong with Eddie.
And maybe there is some single solitary shred of mercy left remaining in the universe, because Steve is seemingly too focused on the war waging around them to clock the bulge in Eddie’s pants.
“Yup!” Eddie nods, feeling like a bobble head in his enthusiasm. “Great! Feeling great! Never better!”
Steve gives him an odd look, considering, but seems to accept Eddie’s assertion that he’s unharmed. He probably just attributes the strange behavior to Eddie’s general weirdness, which is perfectly fine with Eddie.
“Good,” Steve’s eyes drift to the steadily growing dark cloud that obscures much of the red sky. “Let’s get moving then.”
He stomps past Eddie, clapping him on the shoulder as he passes. Eddie closes his eyes and scrapes the corners of his mind for the least sexy thoughts he can summon to will his boner away.
“You coming?” Steve calls back from a few yards behind Eddie.
“Right behind you, big boy,” Eddie says. He takes a deep breath in and out before turning to follow Steve back into the fray.
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anti-terf-posts · 7 months
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hot take but plus size/fat people shouldn't have to sexualize themselves for you to be accepting of them.
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iyamifucker · 10 months
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Imagine your F/O being really, truly infatuated with the way you look. Of course, you have plenty of other traits they adore and admire, but they would be lying if they said they didn’t find you the most beautiful person they’ve ever laid eyes on. They could write endless poetry about how your eyes sparkle, how your smile makes them weak at the knees, how angelic you look even when you’re just standing there. They’ll always feel like the luckiest person in the world for having been chosen by you.
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ba1laur · 1 year
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you better not be trigun twins gnc as fuck chapter 20
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ihavemanyhusbands · 2 months
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Putting in a request for a Hannigram x fem reader??? I was thinking along the lines of already established relationships, and while out together, some man/women hits on the reader, and then we get jealous Hannigram 🥰🫠
I mean jealous Hannibal is a given. He dosent like people touching what's his, but he keeps his composure. But Will... oh, Will I think would ne not subtle at allll. Defo some angst but also some hints of smut and fluff
Suddenly meats on the menu that night 💀
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A hot and cold sensation jolted through you as you were startled by your heel suddenly breaking. You stumbled, but an arm caught and steadied you.
"Woah there, that was close," the man who had caught you said. "Are you okay?"
You looked up at him, his kind, nondescript face greeting you with a smile. You smiled back sheepishly, feeling your face heat. It was mortifying enough that your heel had given out, leaving you limping for the rest of the night, but it would've been worse to fall flat on your face in public.
"Thank you so much," you said, relieved even as your heart still raced with adrenaline. "I'm sorry for almost slamming into you."
"Nonsense, I'm glad I caught you," he said, his eyes wandering a little to further take you in. "Can I help you to your seat?"
"Um, if it's not too much trouble, I wouldn't want to impose..."
He chuckled, offering you his arm. "It would be my pleasure to help a beautiful woman such as yourself."
You waved this off and smiled demurely, both accepting the compliment and remaining politely reserved. You didn't want to encourage him, but it was a kindness that you were grateful for.
Your free hand took hold of the railing as you went up the steps toward the balcony seats of the opera house. You led him down the hall, murmuring the seat numbers as you searched for yours.
"Did you come here by yourself?" He asked.
"Oh no, I'm with company. I just needed to use the restroom and insisted they go ahead." you made sure your ring was visible then, so there would be no confusion. "It's in here."
The two of you pivoted, walking into the balcony. Will glanced over his shoulder as he heard you, and he immediately stood up. The sudden movement made Hannibal look back as well, but he remained composed.
"My shoe's broken," you explained, bashfully showing the heel you were holding. You turned to the man who had helped you, inclining your head gratefully. "Thank you so much again. You spared me the humiliation."
He smiled once again, though it was more strained as he was all too aware of the two men nearby. "My pleasure. Impossible to ignore a lovely lady in distress, am I right?"
The question had been directed at Will, who was staring him down, every muscle in his body tense. You noticed his fingers twitching.
"Yes, that's right," he said through gritted teeth. "We've got it from here, though. Thanks."
The man bid you all good night and quickly left, wanting to escape the tense atmosphere. Will reached out a hand for you to help you to your seat.
"See? I told you, I should have stayed and waited for you," he said as you sat down. "I don't like strangers touching you."
"It's not like we knew that would happen. He was just being nice," you said with a shrug, trying to get him with you.
Will grunted and stayed put, still not happy. "By the look on his face when he saw us, I'm not convinced his intentions were totally pure."
You raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Hannibal. "A little help?"
"I'm afraid I have to agree with him on this one," he said, adjusting in his seat so his body faced you.
You glanced at both of them in turn. A part of you was thrilled at their jealousy -- your body knew well what the consequences of this could be -- but at the same time, you just wanted to have a nice night out with them.
"But I'm here now, in one piece, and I'm all yours," you reassured, taking Hannibal's hand and extending your free one towards Will once again. "The show's gonna start soon, come on Will, please sit."
He bowed down to kiss your knuckles, looking at you through his lashes. There was a dark promise in his eyes that made heat pool in your belly. "I will in time, my love, but first, covetous hands must be dealt with."
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babyraccy · 1 month
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if i have to click through more than one or two posts to read your stupid dni you have lost
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sometimess-sam · 10 months
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guess who's gonna shift tonight
You are.
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hollewdz · 3 months
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Before Jaz shrunk, he was a massive flirt- he never really lost that habit, and Quinn is constantly fighting off his invitations~ Not because she'd mind accepting, but she's got priorities, dammit!
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yeyinde · 3 months
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the Simon baby-trapping fic is finally finished but where Price was the fluffy, 80s sitcom (but one filled with gone girl-esque mutual manip, morally ambiguous shenanigans), Simon is what happens when you try to tame a rabid dog.
his idea of want in this is like a child trapping a firefly inside a pretty glass jar filled with shredded grass, leaves, broken sticks, dirt, and crushed flowers. everything is perfect; cosy. comfortable—
but he forgot to poke holes in the lid.
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marsconer · 1 year
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writing lord of the rings fanfic is like. *has three versions of how an event goes* *goes into research tangent on folklore and anthropology* * cries about it* it’s what tolkien would have wanted.
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sxturdaysun · 28 days
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i am once again saying that there is nothing wrong with being a non-sharing selfshipper. there's nothing wrong with blocking people who share one (or multiple) of your f/os. there's nothing wrong with telling doubles not to interact with you. setting boundaries for yourself and your online space is a moral neutral and has nothing to do with being "insecure" or some other negative. if you find that insulting or belittling, that's on you; not on the person setting the boundary. quit trying to make non-sharers into bad guys.
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